The Devil as a Father Chapter 18
Narcissa Malfoy woke in a Goblin place of healing with a blonde haired woman looking at her with kindness in her eyes. Narcissa was supposed to hate muggles and half-bloods but in reality she was beginning to think her husband and everyone including the late (and unlamented by her) Dark Lord were insane bigots and idiots as well. She had loved her husband once, but that was long ago. She had wept privately that her son was being molded into a mini-Lucius with all his arrogance and cruelty, and had rejoiced days ago when her husband had crucio'd and tortured her in front of their son and saw the horror and hatred erupt for a moment on her son's face. She had passed out from pain but now had hope in her heart.
She smiled at the woman who was obviously concerned for her. Unconditional caring was something to be cherished.
"Thank you for taking care of me," she said. One of the Goblins looked over at her, and she smiled at him, "Thank you honored Goblin for taking care of me. I am sorry I don't know how to properly thank you in your own language, but I honor your healing and kindness."
To her surprise, the goblin smiled back at her. "Lady Malfoy, you are in good hands now. Your husband has been judged by Lucifer Morningstar and Mother Magic and his magic is gone. Your son is now your head of house and he and you are under Lucifer's protection."
Narcissa nearly fainted. So it was true. She had told her husband he was a fool to try to go after an innocent child and the man who had stripped Dumbledore of magic. He was trying to consolidate the old death eater crowd under his guidance and rise as the next dark lord. He had tortured her before her son and his so-called friends for that and that was how she had ended up here.
"Lord Lucifer is real," she whispered.
The blond haired woman smiled at her, "Don't worry. You will stay with us under his protection until you are sure what you want to do, and that you are safe."
Narcissa closed her eyes. "Forgive me," she whispered, "I do not even know your name, kind lady."
The woman grinned at her, "I am Chloe Decker Morningstar, wife of Lucifer. I am pleased to meet you Narcissa Malfoy nee Black. You should know your cousin Sirius is also under our protection and safe at our home."
Narcissa found herself smiling. "Siri is alive?" she said weakly, and Chloe Morningstar gave her some cool water. "Yes," said Chloe, "He's quite the character. He keeps trying to teach Harry to pull pranks on people. Harry changed him into a salamander for two days until he got the idea that Harry wasn't interested."
Narcissa laughed. "That sounds like Sirius."
Chloe leaned forward, her eyes bright, "Your son healed by son and was helping him to escape when we took over your castle. My husband was very impressed with his bravery."
Now Narcissa wept. She wept for the lost years of hatred and fear, and she wept because her little boy had chosen honor in spite of all Lucius' awful lessons.
And Chloe Decker Morningstar held her and comforted her.
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Harry woke from a nightmare in his room which had more protections on it then a magical bank vault. Aradia lay next to him and whimpered in her sleep. She was probably having nightmares too.
He sighed. He felt awful because he had killed people and felt meanly happy when each man fell.
Aradia woke up and licked his face gently. "What is wrong, Small Master?"
"I dreamed of killing those men and I was so glad when they died. I must be a bad person, but they killed my DAD and, and," Harry cried, great gulping sobs and held Aradia, who licked him and whined in shared sorrow.
He heard a knock at his door, and used magic without a wand to open the door. There stood his father, his eyes filled with concern.
Harry held out his arms shakily and found himself engulfed in his Dad's arms. He could smell Dad's cigarettes, which he never smoked around the children because he worried about them getting cancer, and his fancy soaps and men's cologne's and beneath it he could smell the slight cinnamon and vanilla that meant Dad.
"My sweet boy, I'm so sorry you went through so much," whispered his Dad. "I'm sorry I let them get the drop on me. You protected your Mom and Trixie like a warrior."
"I took human life and I liked it Dad. They killed you and I hated them so much," sobbed Harry. "What kind of person am I?" he asked
Lucifer kissed his forehead gently and cuddled him, while Aradia continued her licks and soft whines.
"My son, I know this was hard for you. You shouldn't have had to deal with such a horrible thing. I wanted to make a special day for you and instead it was a day of horror. But killing those men to protect yourself was not wrong. You were defending your family and yourself and that is not wrong."
"But I felt glad when they died," said Harry and he started sobbing again.
His Dad's arms around him was the best thing in the world, but now he knew he would lose them one day. It was beyond belief.
"I have been happy at a bad person's death. I felt absolutely ecstatic when I heard Dumbledore died, because he did so much to destroy you so you'd be his tool. I have been a torturer of the damned for centuries, son, and it is an awful thing to be. But when you protect the people you love, you feel hatred and mean happiness because the ones who hurt them are gone. It doesn't mean you are a bad person, Harry. You are actually quite a good person and I'm terribly proud of you."
Harry hugged his Dad so tightly he made an 'oomph' noise that was kind of funny.
"I love you, Dad," he whispered, "I love you so much. Please try not to die again. It was awful."
"I know Son," said Lucifer, "The fact that they tortured you and planned more torture nearly drove me mad with rage. If they had killed you before I got there, I think I would have died inside."
"What did you do with them, Dad?" asked Harry meekly.
"I took them to hell and introduced them to their future and let the demons play with them. Then I stripped them of all magic and took them to their highest authority in England, and stripped some of those idiots of their magic when they objected. They were very upset about it, because they depend on magic for everything. When one of them loses their magic, they are always cast out cruelly, so now they get to experience what they did to their own children when they learned they had insufficient magic." Harry looked up and could see Dad's eyes had turned red.
"I may end up asking for an audience with the English Prime Minister and then the Queen, because they actually have authority over the idiots. They are supposed to be loyal to the Queen and her laws and they have circumvented most of that." Lucifer's eyes turned back to that warm brown and he looked down at his son.
"They throw their kids out for having no magic?" asked Harry, appalled and less upset at killing them.
"Yes, they even murder them as babies," said Lucifer sternly. "There are special surprises waiting for them in hell."
"Well, I suddenly feel less rotten," said Harry.
Lucifer laughed softly.
Mum turned up at the door and came in and silently put her arms around them.
She whispered, "I want you to know that the hardest thing I've ever done was taking Trixie to safety and leaving you there, even though I don't have magic. Finding you again, and knowing they tortured you, I was ready to burn down that house with them all alive in it."
Harry's looked up at Dad, who was wide-eyed. "I guess Mum is fiercer than the Devil. Remind me to never piss her off."
"Language," she chided and then held Harry in her arms. "My baby boy, I love you so much. You are so brave. Do you hate me for leaving you behind?"
"MUM," Harry shrieked, "That's the procedure Auntie Maze taught us all. In magic attacks without Dad, Harry takes point and Mum gets Trixie to Safety. It was the logical, intelligent thing to do and I was so glad when I knew you were safe. Mum," he said softer now, "Did you know I killed a bunch of those men?"
"I sure hope so," Mum said, "The dirty bastards deserve that and worse."
Harry now agreed with Dad. Mum was fiercer than Dad, and he was the Devil.
"I was really glad when I killed them, Mum. I felt like I was a monster after."
"Oh Baby," said Chloe and held him closer. "I've had to kill people in the line of duty and it's never easy. I had to kill a man who was a fellow officer that went bad and I felt happy to know he was dead. He threatened to kill Trixie. I think it's time for us to call that young man who Mrs. Edwards talked about."
Lucifer nodded, "Good idea, my Queen."
"You mean a shrink?" asked Harry.
"Yes, for you and Trixie and probably me too. This is more action than I've seen in years," said Chloe softly. "I thought your Dad was dead, and I felt like my heart tore right in two, and what was left of it died when I left you," said Mum and now her eyes filled with tears, "Don't ever think I wanted to leave you, Harry, not ever."
"Hey Mum, you even beat Dad to the rescue,"
Dad nodded, "That's right, my darling, you are a truly formidable warrior. The Goblins think your Mum is the cat's meow, Son. They feel she is a warrior queen and she is."
Mum suddenly frowned, "You know, I think I'm developing magic. I was able to mind call Maze when I took Trixie home."
Harry raised a hand and felt for Mum's aura. "Mum, your magic is stronger. I'm still not sure what kind of magic it is, but it's definitely there."
"You know, your Mother's birth was made possible by a blessing from God. Are you sure that is not what you feel?" Lucifer asked.
"Dad, I feel goodness from Mum but I feel magic in her too. It answers to my magic and sings a bit."
"We'll have to see what kind of magic she can do. But now, young Master Morningstar, I believe you need sleep, and you shall join, your Mother the Queen and myself in our chambers and be snuggled appropriately," said Lucifer.
Harry giggled, Dad was so much fun.
He was picked up in Dad's arms and they carried him with Aradia to their room. There in the middle of their bed was Trixie. "Mommy, Daddy Lucifer, I had a bad dream," said Trixie.
After Trixie was comforted for feeling helpless because she couldn't fight the bad men, because she felt bad she had to be rescued.
"I wanted to kill those bad men for killing my Daddy. They broke my heart,"
"A feeling we all shared, my little princess," said Lucifer.
"And then to leave Harry and they hurt my Harry too," she sobbed.
"You did the right thing, Trixie," said Harry excitedly because he had been comforted and he was eager to give the same to his sister, "Mum told me you are the one who thought to go to the Goblins and they got there to rescue me before Dad even did."
"Really?" said Trixie, "That so rocks!"
She kissed Harry and Mum and Dad and then promptly fell asleep after being properly snuggled by everyone.
Harry slept in the wonder that was parental arms of parents who know you and love you. No more dreams came to bother his sleep.
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The Day he came to live with Lucifer Morningstar, the actual creator of all magic and king of hell, Draco was nervous. He tried not to show it, but this was a whole new world to him. It wasn't anything like the pureblood world. He didn't know how anything worked, or really how to act with these people and he was afraid to offend them. But his Mum was here. She was given a lovely apartment where he would also stay, and he had a nice bedroom. These people didn't have elves and he didn't even know how to lock his door or turn on the lights.
Harry Potter helped him. First he contacted the man in charge of his own magical education, a Mr. Cletus Stormwhistle. Draco liked him right away just because he was magical.
They both explained a lot to him. He learned how to use the bathroom, the shower and bath, the kitchen appliances, the refrigerator, how to lock doors and how to use the elevator. He could sense the building wards, and they made him feel safer from Dad's friends who still had magic. He was glad he and his mother were safe.
They took him on a tour of the building, and then Mr. Stormwhistle told him that he would like to test his magic and magical knowledge and then arrange for his studies as he wouldn't be at Hogwarts anymore. Draco got nervous but Harry told him not to worry about it.
"Draco, we'll study together and I'll help you catch up. I'll also help you with regular studies."
"Oh, NO!" cried Draco. "Two whole schools?"
"I'm afraid so," said Cletus. "You must understand Master Malfoy, that Britain's magical education is not even accepted here in the states, because you are taught so little advanced magic and your no-mag education is so lacking. But fear not. We will help you every step of the way, and Harry and Trixie are both excellent teachers."
"Oh by Merlin's fuzzy beard," said Draco, "I'm doomed."
Harry laughed and then clapped him on the shoulder like he had seen the Quidditch players do after they won. It made him feel welcome.
He found he was behind in magic, ahead in English skills and composition, actually good in basic mathematics, and behind in everything else. He knew nothing of science or non-magical history.
Harry seemed to know everything about the non-magical world, and the American magical world, and nothing about Quidditch at all. He tried to explain it to Harry and he looked a little interested.
"Mum would never let me play and we don't have any big field here to use but let me show you something," said Harry.
He walked Draco to the elevator and they went above the penthouse to the roof access. Here Harry smiled at him. "This is a recent thing that I discovered. I have to tell Dad sooner or later, but I kind of want wait to see how I do with it first,"
Draco stared and then almost fainted as real golden wings shot out of Harry's back. They were huge. Harry gave a jump and was airborne and flew around Draco and then landed. "I've been practicing every day to show Dad."
Draco was astounded. "Did they blood adopt you as Lucifer's son?" he asked.
"Not that I know of. But he saved my life and he loves me and says I will always be his son," said Harry a defensively.
"I mean no disrespect," said Draco, "But we all know that Lucifer has wings, and no animagus form is that of an angel, so I'm wondering if this is from your esteemed Father."
Harry scratched his cheek and thought about it. "Mom is developing magic being around us, and Trixie is supposed to have some kind of magic too. Maybe Dad's magic spreads to his family. I guess I should show Dad." he shrugged, "Do you think I could play Quidderich with wings?"
"Quidditch," said Draco, "and yes, I think you could. I'd sure like to see you try and maybe play one on one with you."
"We'll ask Dad and I'll explain about the wings," was Harry's response.
They stood and watched the cars and the people way below and then Draco spoke, "My dad said muggles are all bugs to be crushed under our feet," he looked ashamed and actually blushed, "I didn't understand what he meant until he hurt my Mom right in front of me and expected me to approve. He values only himself and his friends, and they backstab one another. Then I heard them bring you to the dungeons and I knew I had to help you. People, all people, all thinking beings deserve respect at the very least. Please try to teach me that. I feel like I've been training to be an idiot my whole life."
Harry patted his shoulder and said, "I'm going to be there for you, Draco. I have no magical friends, so it will be wonderful talking to you about magic and about Dad. Dad will be there for you too, if you ask him. He's pretty wonderful."
"And powerful," said Draco, "To strip the magic from adult purebloods is pretty powerful. I'm glad he is kind and loves honor. He could rule over the whole wizarding world if he wanted, but I can tell he just wants to be with his family and protect them. I wish my Dad had been that way."